hm....L.O.S.T = lost our selves totally.........

Hey guys! So Its Tuesday June 15th, 2010 AND im pretty much completely bored. Im sitting here trying to find things to do cause Roberts doing some paperwork to get a job but the tech center closes in like 15 mins so im wondering what im gonna do after to wait you know. Well im pretty much waiting cause he promised me that hed spend time with me alone time with me today and Im really wanting it right now. Idk theyre prolly gonna make me leave and he will prolly be too tired to hang out the rest of the night cause hes been really sick lately. Idk well see, Wellm PEACE~!~~~~~!!!!

L.O.V.E

Hey everyone! Just checkin in!!! Having a good day so far~ so excited about my birthday comming up on the 18th~~~~wow im gonna be 17!!!!! I am so much in love with my fiance Robert Moore. I love you hubby!

My Trip To Denver

Last Friday, I flew to Denver for the national Court Appointed Special Advocate conference. The San Diego chapter of CASA has a program called The Real Word Panel. It is a panel of teen foster kids that speak in front of large groups about life in the system and how a CASA helps. As a part of this panel, I was chosen along with five others to speak multiple times at the annual conference. We arrived in Denver around eight fifteen pm on Friday night, and checked in to the Sheraton hotel in downtown Denver at nine thirty. The next day, we had a meeting with the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of National CASA, Michael Pirano. We discussed the events of the weekend, and what was going to be done. I then mentioned to him that I was writing an article for the San Diego CASA newspaper, and asked him if I could interview him. He said yes. After that, we had some time for sightseeing. Sunday, was the opening of the conference. There was a luncheon, a presentation spoken by our panel, and an awards ceremony banquet. At the banquet, two other panel members and I opened the conference with original written songs and poems. We did this in front of 2,000 people. Monday was supposed to be a free day but we had a last minute luncheon and meeting with other kids from Alaska. We talked about what we were going to do on the following day to close the conference. We decided pretty quickly. We then had some time for fun. Also, it snowed that day. On Tuesday, we closed the conference and everyone left. We flew back to San Diego and arrived at seven thirty, I then got back to campus at eight forty-five. It was amazing.

Fouth Quarter Goals 2009

This quarter in Miss Priester's earn at least a B in academics in both of my classes. In order to do this I will complete all classwork, all homework, and attend all classes as much as possible. Also, this quarter I will earn an A in citizenship in both of my classes. In order to do this I will pay attention in my classes and not horseplay. Lastly I will earn at least a C in all of my classes, to do this I will attended every class possible and complete all missing homework.

Poetry Sounds

At first I thought that rhyme was juat words that rhyme in end. Like in a poem. But I learned tht there are so many more definitions. I learned that rhyme is the sound of stressed syllables at the end or middle of lines, usually in poetry or songs. An example of a poem with end rhyme is bellow. The title is Sick, and the author is Shel Silverstein, my favorite author. The rhyme scheme is AABBCC...and it goes on. It's a long poem but I think you get the point. On my poetry pretest I was bellow grade level, but on my posttest I hope that I will be at least at grade level, if not above.



Sick by Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue—

It might be instamatic flue.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure that my left leg is broken—

My hips hurt when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I have a silver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my hart is—what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is… Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

25 Random Things about Me

1. My favorite animal is a duck.
2. My favorite colors are blue and purple.
3. I am 75% Italian.
4. I am 10% German.
5. I am 15% Irish
6. In Italian, my name is Christiana Anna Landi.
7. I love pink roses.
8. My favorite food is orange chicken.
9. I am deathly afraid of seagulls.
10. I am also afraid of balls.
11. I had two dogs named Rusty and Dynomite.
12. I have five cats named David, Butterball, Cinnamon, Butter, and Trigger.
13. My favorite cartoon character is Eeyore.
14. I am in love with my bestfriend.
15. I lived on a farm with 100 acres, 6 cows, 12 chickens, 5 roosters, 4 ducks, 2 dogs, 2 cats, one bull, 5 sheep, and 2 horses.
16. I am a christain.
17. My bestest friend is the lead singer of a very famous rock band.
18. My heroes are my grandpa, grandma, my brother and his fiance.
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At first I thought imagery was writing that shows you exaxctally how the author wants you to see it as, and I was almost right. Imagery is writing that appeals to the five senses. I also learned about figuritive language. I really had no clue what figuritive language was. But I found out that it is writing that is meant to be understood on more than just a literal level. The three types of figuritive language are metaphors, similies, and personification.